Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Within moments, the Yang Ji punch reappeared.

Extreme Yin Elder's expression froze on his face in an instant, shattering like porcelain, and his Yellow Spring battle flag was also blasted in two by Yi Chen, its treasured radiance vanishing in a flash.

At that time, Yi Chen also took the full force of the other three's strikes, coughing up another mouthful of fresh blood, but the madness in his eyes grew even more intense.

"What's the matter with you guys, didn't eat your meal?"

"Tickling me again?"

"No strength at all!"

He suddenly turned around and roared at the remaining three.

This time, he had his sights set on Zhao Corpse King.

It was this bastard who scratched him earlier; he must finish him off.

Zhao Corpse King felt Yi Chen's cold and insane gaze and shivered down to his scalp.

He didn't know how he got so unlucky to be marked by this fiend.

The remaining one corpse and two ghosts mustered all their spirits to continue resisting Yi Chen's assault.

At this moment, those from Yin Mountain had already cursed Yellow Spring Sect and Red Boudoir countless times in their hearts.

This was utterly ridiculous.
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Who the hell said the Ghost Qi Stygian Formation weakens and rejects all profound Daoist techniques? That's obviously a sham.

If not, that person is the world's greatest bragger.

The Daoist in front of them was growing stronger with each battle, as if he were on steroids; where was the weakening?

And which bastard from the Yellow Spring Sect and Red Boudoir did the investigation claiming this Daoist's strength was only slightly above theirs?

How is this slightly?

This damn well is a master of the True Person Realm.

They were unlucky enough to have such teammates, tasked with surrounding and killing a True Person Realm master with a broken formation meant to trap themselves. What a fortunate life!

"Daoist, please stop, no more fighting,"

"As long as the Daoist stops, everything can be discussed, everything is negotiable."

Zhao Corpse King couldn't hold back anymore and was the first to plead for peace.

He felt it was all well and good when he arrived, all puffed up with pride, but now he might not be able to return.

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen let out a light chuckle.

"But I've killed Second Sister Hu and Black Three of your Yin Mountain; don't you hold a grudge against me?"

"What is Daoist saying? Just a few slain fellow disciples, that's nothing."

"But I don't believe you."

Yi Chen had barely finished speaking when, seizing an opportunity, a large hand burst forth from Zhao Corpse King's chest. When Yi Chen withdrew his hand, a black heart, still beating, was clutched in his grasp.

That was the core of Zhao Corpse King's heart, the source of his power.

Zhao Corpse King's form suddenly froze and then he collapsed with a thunderous fall.

For some reason, as Yi Chen held the faintly pulsating heart, he couldn't help but feel his nose quiver, an alluring scent drilling into his nostrils.

Damn!

He actually felt an urge to eat the heart in his hand.

Considering the extensive exertion from fighting until now,

the supernatural ability he gained after reaching the Body-Breaking Realm—the surplus energy storage—was nearly depleted.

The other ability for rapid recovery was also a major energy consumer.

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

An insatiable craving to feast took over Yi Chen's mind.

"Maybe I should try?"

"My instincts tell me this thing might be edible."

"Anyway, no one sees me eating this thing, who dares to say the Daoist isn't upright."

A thought flashed through Yi Chen's mind instantly.

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"Maybe I'll just take a small bite, just a little taste."

As if possessed, Yi Chen gulped down two-thirds of the still faintly beating heart in his hand.

The taste was actually a bit sweet...

Suddenly, a furious energy burgeoned within Yi Chen's body, and the energy core that had dimmed pulsed to life, half-erect in an instant.

With just one bite, he had managed to recharge half of the excess energy stored within.

The effect was extraordinary.

Even the damaged azure glaze armor erected itself in a flash, shining as if it were new.

Yi Chen instantly felt as if he had been revived.

This was simply a miracle.

If it weren't for the fact that there was only one Zhao Corpse King, he would have seriously considered stocking up on a wave of this stuff.

Yi Chen's action had completely petrified both the Asura Ghost General and the Raksha Ghost General.

Where did this ferocious man come from?

So fierce.

Seeing the unclear liquid still smeared at the corner of Yi Chen's mouth, both ghost generals felt a peak of terror in their hearts.

"Taoist..."

The Asura Ghost General tried to communicate with the towering Daoist, but Yi Chen mercilessly interrupted him.

"My two Daoist friends, there's no need for further words."

"You've seen something you shouldn't have, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"If people were to find out... how can I continue to live as a Taoist?"

"Besides, since you all came here together, it's most important to stay together."

Yi Chen's voice carried a haunting chill, as though an icy wind swept up from the netherworld.

Suddenly, two fan-like large hands appeared above the Asura Ghost General and the Raksha Ghost General's heads.

The Taoist touches my crown, and the Pure Yang opens my spiritual essence.

Both ghost generals fell backward, their demise seemingly peaceful, faces showing a hint of relief, with no one knowing their final thoughts at the end of their lives.

Now, there wasn't a single living creature left in the formation space.

Yi Chen took a long breath, taking the opportunity to look at the messages on his retina display.

[You have successfully killed the Umbrella Woman, earning two hundred and eighty Deep Red Points.]

[You have successfully killed the Zhao Corpse King, earning two hundred and eighty Deep Red Points.]

[You have successfully killed the Asura Ghost General, earning two hundred and seventy Deep Red Points.]

[You have successfully killed the Raksha Ghost General, earning two hundred and seventy Deep Red Points.]

Yi Chen: "..."

Seeing the messages on his retina display, a surge of ecstatic emotion flooded Yi Chen's mind.

Good indeed comes to those who do good.

With the aid of his Body-Breaking Realm abilities, the amplification of the Soul Ignition Technique, the help of the Origin Point, and a bit of initial strategizing,

he had actually managed to annihilate all five experts.

Although he had paid the price of severe injuries, with his shoulder blade vaguely showing bone and a hole poked in his left shoulder by that old thief of the Ultra Yin, not to mention countless other wounds, it didn't matter.

At this moment, all the Deep Red Points necessary for the ninth level of the True Pure Yang Skill had been accrued.

As long as he broke through to the ninth level of the True Pure Yang Skill, healing would follow, and it would all be worth it.

The outside world was too dangerous, with too many old silver coins, and in that moment, he craved power, a greater power more than ever.

Yi Chen looked around, sensing the ghastly atmosphere, the formation barriers still impenetrable, with no other living entities around. His mood shifted, and he promptly sat down cross-legged.

This place was perfect for a breakthrough!

"Deep Red! Let's see what your limit is!"

A cry suddenly rang out in Yi Chen's heart.

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